---Niyol’s perspective---
Exhaustion…
The one thing that full dive can’t simulate for you… is just how fucking drained you feel after an hours long surgery!
I haven’t felt this ache in my muscles since the War!
Still… could be worse… I could be Cường, which case not only would I have had the much more stressful and exhausting role of Lead Surgeon… but would also be heading home to Soo right now… the single horniest individual of an asexual species I’ve ever encountered in the wild(!)
I’m sure she’ll frame it as ‘taking care of him’ but the thought of sex, after the day we’ve just had, gives me a rare moment of gratitude for being one of the uncommon breed of single Terran Bright Plumers(!)
How many of us are there, actually?
Me, Olga, Emiko… Yasmin, Ziva, Steve… oh, and Björn!
Easy to forget that ‘Terran’ isn’t limited to ‘Human’!
Hmmm, more of us than I thought… but still a minority!
That whole ship effectively serves as one giant uni dorm and, with these regen bodies so full of the (horny inducing) hormone levels of youth, and such a buffet of different sexy space babes/hunks available (to suit every taste) it's easy to see how most singletons who come aboard don’t stay that way for long!
I briefly had an interest in Olga at first… but… I know she isn’t actually truculent, she’s just Russian, but the way she absolutely does not do social smiling or laughing?… The harsh, serious demeanour she carries herself with? They quickly overcame the outward cuteness of a 125cm girl I could pick up and tuck under an arm(!)
The ethics of being attracted to her dwarfism are another thing entirely! I definitely think that, if she became aware that I had a shortstack fetish, it would damage our friendship!
‘No… No hot, crazy sex for me…’ I think as I exit the ambassadorial habitat and make my way across the compound to my recently printed, adobe house ‘…and, tonight, I’m glad for it!’
“*Oof*!” I grunt as I cross the threshold and am hit between the shoulderblades by something a bit less than 10kg, dropping onto me from above.
“Nyahaha! I got you! Human is [husband] now!” cackles a maniacal voice from behind my head before a rough tongue wets my right cheek.
Unimpressed by the way my assailant is supporting her weight from my braid, I reach behind me, grasp her by the fetlock of her right leg and pull her off.
She tries to hold on but, when you’re the mass of two housecats, there’s something of a limit on how strong you can practically get(!)
Swinging upside down from my hand, wrapping her tail around my wrist as an unconscious safeguard against being dropped, her face at about the same height as my crotch and looking up at me with a mischievous grin, the Twigg girl says “Hiiiii [husband]!”
“You don’t know what a ‘husband’ is, Lor…” I observe, flatly.
“Sure I do! It’s what Humans call men they have sex with!” she pouts.
“There’s a little more to it than that…”
“Like what!?” she demands, folding her arms in her upside down pose.
“Like I’m really too tired to explain right now… How did you even get in here? The door was locked!”
“Secret!” she smirks.
“…Greedy…” I smirk back, in spite of my weariness.
Her face falls and her tone changes “Am not!… Making a house that you [lock] so people can’t come in, even when you’re not using it? That’s greedy!”
I cross my one room abode, to my Human sized, double bed, flipping Lor right side up and placing her on the ground as I go.
“So… where are your sisters, Lor?” I ask, staring directly at the gap under my bed.
“Hiding under the bed…” she shrugs, nonchalantly, from behind me.
“Lor?!” comes Mor’s outraged voice, the most, quote-unquote, ‘normal’ of the three.
“You were supposed to get him on the bed, then we jump out!… You spoiled it!” admonishes Yor, the beauty queen, as her and Mor crawl out.
“Girls… I’m extremely flattered but…”
“No!” interrupts Mor “We never thanked you for saving us after the battle!”
“You don’t owe me sex for that!… I was doing my job, which is to save and heal people… I enjoy it… my epithet is even ‘Healer’…” I sigh.
“We know we don’t owe you sex.” smiles Yor, in an affectedly sensuous voice “We want to have sex with you because we think we’ll enjoy it… Do you… not think you’ll enjoy it?”
My mouth opens… but no words come out as I look down at the… admittedly, very attractive, 90cm tall Goblin sisters…
“Weeell…” I quaver.
“HA!” exclaims Lor, triumphantly “You want to be [husband] as much as we want you to! You’re only refusing because of weird Stranger logic!”
She pulls her sisters into a girlband album cover pose, Mor looking a mixture of amused and bemused, Yor preening, her eyes closed and a hand to her face, Lor’s crazy eyes between them as she holds them by the shoulders, her tail wagging behind her.
“No one can resist the allure of the Or Triplets! We are the triple threat!” she declares.
“Fine…” I glare “…you girls are absolutely my taste and exactly this kind of scenario occurring is the kind of thing I’ve fantasised about since I was in my early teens!… Pretty sure, if he could see me now… on an alien world getting propositioned by shortstack triplets and turning them down?!… My 14 year old self would slap me and say ‘Why’re you blowing this for me, Dude!?’(!)”
“So why turn us down at all then?” asks Yor, her tone without reproach.
“Because it wouldn’t be right! There are a dozen different reasons I would be taking advantage of you!”
“Like what?” asks Mor, pushing Lor’s arm off of her and stepping towards me.
“Like I’m more than twice your age, I’m more than twice your size and I’m more than 10× your mass!”
All three of them frown, their confusion evident.
“What’s any of that got to do with anything?” asks Lor, her expression the most exaggerated.
“Yeah… and…” Mor does some quick maths on her fingers “…all of us together still aren’t a third the weight you are but we’d be nearly half the height again and we’d be older than you!”
“We like you being tall and bulky, we think that’s hot! We don’t care how old you are!” points out Yor.
“Your being young makes you naïve! If I use you like that, it’s wrong! Being small… well, lets just say it would make things ‘anatomically challenging’ for you!… I’m a healer… I don’t want to have to explain to Cường how you got the internal injuries I think you’d be likely to get!”
Yor steps forward with a cocky sashay of her hips and a swish of her tail, challenging “We’re young, yes… but we’re adults! We aren’t small children unable to understand the implications of sex! We know what we want and we’ve decided that’s you!”
Lor gives an upward point and defiant squint of her acid yellow eyes and declares “As for ‘anatomical challenge’, don’t threaten us with a good time!”
“We’re not stupid…” adds Mor “…if you’re genuinely too big for us, we’ll figure something else out!”
“Speak for yourself(!)” scoffs Lor “I’m hoping he’s as long and thick as a leg down there(!) I’m hoping he's big enough to ruin me for Folk men!”
“You aren’t helping the case for sex, Lor(!)” observes Yor, wryly.
“Oh, right…” Lor reaches to the tips of her ears and pinches them, stretching them away from her skull in what my translator informs me is an equivalent gesture to crossing your heart “…I swear to sensibly and responsibly enjoy the titanic cock I’m sure you have!”
“You guys… aren’t doing a great job of convincing me you’re mature enough for me to feel OK about accepting your proposition.” I observe, flatly.
“Well we are!” declares Mor “What else? You said you had ‘dozens’ of reasons… you’ve given us ‘age difference’ and ‘size difference’ so far!”
“Well…” I falter “…there’s the ethical quagmire around you guys being an uncontacted species… pretty sure there’re people who’d say it’s never ethical to sleep with someone where there’s such a power imbalance!”
Lor’s expressive face goes unusually blank and serious as she asks “Are you one of those people?… You think we’re unfuckable because we’re just savages who live in mudhuts and you’re a spaceman who’s only on this world to help civilise us?”
My face screws up in rage as I answer “Of course not! How dare you even suggest that!?”
The three girls start back from me in clear fear.
I take a step back, take a deep breath and hang my head “I’m sorry… My people… We have a… history of outsiders declaring us ‘savages’ in want of ‘civilising’… despite them being the ones who didn’t know how to honour a fucking treaty!… You struck a nerve there… I’m sorry I shouted at you…”
Still wearing a shocked expression, Lor answers “I’m… sorry I upset you!”
“Thank you.” I smile, feeling the weariness of the day creeping into my brain, now that the adrenaline is wearing off.
There are a few moments of silence before “So, if you’re not one of the people who thinks it’s not OK to do it with [uncontacted] people… why bring it up?” asks Mor, quizzically.
“Because…” I sigh, kicking off my boots, pulling off my socks and going to lie down on the bed “…Humans aren’t like Twigg… We’re judgemental… Other people’s opinions about us matter… even if they’re wrong!… Like… if I have sex with you and someone else thinks that’s a bad thing that I shouldn’t have done, they then don’t like me… One person not liking you can make your life difficult… if too many people don’t like you… it becomes unliveable!”
There’s a pause and then “That’s dumb!” observes Mor “Why don’t you all just stop being [judgemental] if it’s a problem for you like that?”
I smile “If only it was that easy(!)”
Mor climbs onto the bed, followed by Lor, then Yor.
They arrange themselves around me, all facing me.
“Sooo… you’re not going to do it with us… even though you want to… because you’re worried about what other people (who aren’t here) will think of you?” asks Yor.
“Well… when you put it like that, it does sound a little silly…”
“Very silly!” confirms Lor, nodding her head in Terran style.
“What about if we just didn’t tell anyone?” questions Mor.
“That makes it so much worse!… Terrans aren’t stupid! Even if nobody saw you leaving my hut tomorrow morning, they’d figure it out eventually and, if it came out that I’d asked you not to tell anyone, even to people who wouldn’t have been judgemental, I’d look like an absolute scumbag… like I believed what I was doing was wrong or shameful and tried to keep it a secret!”
“You hear that girls?… ‘Tomorrow morning’! He thinks he can go all night!” grins Lor, clearly not having listened to anything after that phrase.
“I definitively cannot… at least not tonight I can’t! Sleeping together afterward is just normal for my species! It would be very rude of you to leave the second the sex is over… I’m extremely exhausted right now and I don’t think I have anything left in the tank to impress you with!”
“You’re… worried about disappointing us?” suggests Yor “Is that why you’re trying so hard to reject us, even though you said you wanted to?”
“Err… no…” I lie… unconvincingly.
The three sisters clearly have not bought it, smirking at eachother.
“In. any. event… I actually think the main problem with doing it with you three is that… sex means something quite different to Terrans than it does to Twigg!”
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“What’s it mean?” grins Lor.
“Well… sometimes we do it like you do where we just have sex and that’s that… but… I mean… I don’t like to do it that way! I only want to have sex with special people that I care about!”
All three of their identical faces fall.
“We’re not special?” asks a heartbroken Mor.
“You don’t care about us?” piles on Yor.
I wince and sit up.
“See, this is what I mean about sex not meaning the same thing to us! What you’ve just heard, you haven’t understood at all the way I meant it! You are special and I do care about you but my appreciation for those facts is superficial right now! I don’t know you well enough for it to be more than that! More than you being three girls I treated and hope are doing well!… I like you, I think you’re stunningly gorgeous and there is a large part of me screaming not to throw away the opportunity with you… but I just know that you won’t stick around long enough for me to care about you… the way I mean it… or worse, you will and then you’ll leave and I’ll get my heart broken three times at once! Plus, asking three girls to all be my girlfriend at the same time, expecting you all to be faithful to me, while I have all three of you to mess around with, would make me a selfish, hypocritical jerk!” I rant, finishing breathlessly.
The three girls stare at me blankly for a few moments.
“Wow…” observes Lor “…sex is complicated for Humans!”
“Wait, hang on…” says Mor, gears clearly turning “…if we did want to become [girlfriends] to you, that would mean being [faithful] to you? Like… no sex with anyone else?”
“Yes, that’s what ‘faithful’ means.” I confirm.
“Like… for life or…?” asks Yor.
“No… just as long as you were my girlfriends. ‘Wife’ is the word we use when it’s for the rest of your life and ‘husband’ is the male version of that… which is how I knew that Lor didn’t know what ‘husband’ meant(!)” I explain.
“How long would being a [girlfriend] last?” queries Mor.
“Yeah, see, that is not the way to think about it!” I sigh “Being in a relationship isn’t a contract! It ends anytime one of the people in the relationship wants! It’s a relatively vague commitment of ‘I want to be with you for the foreseeable future’. But, if you say you’re in a relationship then breakup as soon as the other person has had sex with you, you will leave them feeling like shit! It’s an absolute dick move!”
All three girls are staring at me, eyes narrowed in appraisal.
Then Mor scoops her hand through the air in a beckon and slides off the bed.
Her sisters follow her.
The three girls stand facing eachother, huddle close and begin having a whispered conversation, too quiet to make out.
---Mor’s perspective---
“Agreed?” I ask.
“Agreed.” whispers Yor.
“Agreed!” grins Lor.
I turn to face the Human and point an index claw at him.
“We accept the terms, Human!”
An eyebrow raises up the copper brown skin of the face, above a russet brown eye.
“Excuse me?” he asks, tone flat.
“We accept! We will be [girlfriends]!”
The eyes screw up as he says “No… guys… I wasn’t ‘setting terms’! I was explaining concepts! That wasn’t me saying ‘if you agree to be my girlfriends, then I’ll have sex with you’!… In fact I think I pretty specifically said that asking you all to be faithful to me would be a shitty thing for me to do!”
“Yes! And you didn’t ask! We offered!” Lor catches him.
“We decided, by choice, that you’re the only one we want to be with for the foreseeable future…” elaborates Yor.
“So we’re [girlfriends] to you now.” I state.
The Human sags and sighs, eyes closed… but I also see him smile slightly.
“Fine… you’re my girlfriends…” he finally relents.
“YEEES!!!” shout me and the sisters, triumphantly.
We dance and holler in celebration as the big man watches us in weary amusement from the bed.
When the dances are danced, I turn to him and clarify “And you don’t get to have sex with anyone besides us either?… That’s how this works, right?”
He bobs the head and says “Yes… that’s how this works… Also, if we’re going to be a polycule, it’s probably best if we set a rule where I can’t do it with any of you without the other two being present… avoids jealousy that way… Oh, and… no more calling me ‘Human’… I know you know my name(!)”
“Agreed!” I declare before thinking and adding “…Niyol.”
“Wonderful… I’ll see you tomorrow, girls!” he smiles, rolling over and pointing at the door.
“Hang on!” demands Mor.
“What about the sex?!” I ask, incredulously.
“We’re [girlfriends] now! So that means we get to have sex with you, doesn’t it!?” asks Lor.
“It does… but not tonight… I wasn’t lying when I said I was exhausted… It*yaaaaawn*’d be very disappointing to be unable to perform for you girls like I know I can… Tomorrow… or *yaaawn* maybe the next day… I’ll rock your respective worlds then, I promise…”
Yeeeah… not a chance… We didn’t come this far to stop now!
“If you’re… so tired, Niyol…” I smirk, stepping towards him slowly “…you wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it if three young, lusty, new Folk [girlfriends] were to… saaay… undress you(?)”
A smile touches the lips as he answers “No… I suppose I wouldn’t…”
“You’d be powerless to resist if we were to cause you to become aroused…(?)” adds Yor, cottoning on.
“Yes, I would be…” smirks the bleary Human [boyfriend].
“And then we’d shove that massive cock inside us!” cackles Lor, light on subtlety(!)
“OK, girls… if you really want to do a [ravishment] fantasy for our first time… I’m on board, but two things first! One) close all the curtains all the way…”
We immediately break to begin pulling the curtains across the dark windows, obscuring them.
I have to stand on tip toes to reach the bottom of the one I take.
Having finished, we convene back in the middle of the room, facing Niyol.
“…well done, that was fast!” he chuckles “Two) we need to have a slightly unsexy conversation. Disease:…”
Yor, Lor and I look round at eachother then look back to [boyfriend] Niyol.
“You have a disease, Niyol?” I ask, quizzically.
“No, I don’t… at least, not to me I don’t! But (while very unlikely) there’s absolutely no guarantee that there’s nothing in or on me that would cause problems if it got on or in you! Now, I have the benefit of almost a millennium of understanding about what the Human [microbiome] is supposed to look like (and a lifetime of records of what my [microbiome], specifically, looks like) behind me, so I’m not that worried about me catching anything from you… If I do, it’ll be little more than an inconvenience for me to get rid of it… You three do not have that luxury… so, if, after we do it, you get the sense that everything is not exactly as it should be, you come straight to me or, if you can’t find me, another Terran (preferably Cường) and tell them that you and I had sex and now you’re not feeling well. You understand?”
“Err… no… What’s a [microbiome]?” asks Yor.
“Not important. The important part is; any symptoms, get checked! Don’t keep it secret because you’re embarrassed, you think I’ll be embarrassed or you’re worried about upsetting me after how hard you had to work to convince me into this! Understood?”
“Understood.” I answer firmly.
I’ll check up on Yor and Lor to make sure they follow that warning.
“Great…” answers the weary Human “…In that case… I’m all yours, girls… Have your wicked way with me(!)”
---Lor’s perspective---
The three of us hop onto the bed and I realise something.
“Wait…! Who’s first?” I ask, stopping the other two.
They turn to look at me before Mor raises a fist and suggests “[Dragonsnake], [fishtoad], [dragonbird]?”
“Mmm!” I agree.
The three of us place hands beside eachother and chant “[Dragonsnake], [fishtoad], [dragonbird], go!”
Yor throws a [dragon bird] and is out instantly to the bites of the [dragonsnakes] me and Mor throw.
She puffs in concession and folds arms.
I face down Mor and we chant “[Dragonsnake], [fishtoad], [dragonbird], go!”
I was about to play [dragon bird] to catch the [fish toad] I was sure she’d throw but, at the last moment, I change to [fishtoad]…
“Yes!” I roar “Choke on the spines!” having defeated the [dragonsnake] she stuck with.
“Alright…” smirks Mor “…warm him up for us(!)”
As far as I know, I’m going to be the first Twigg to ever have a Human cock inside me!
Even Mor quipping about it can’t sour that sweetness!
In a flash, I’m undressed, quickly followed by the other two.
The dresses are tossed aside, onto the floor.
The new [boyfriend] we share lies limply on the bed, observing us.
Well… not entirely limply(!)
I grab the bulge between his legs and taunt “This part of you doesn’t seem to need any waking up, [boyfriend](!)”
“No. it. does. not(!)” he retorts.
“But the rest of you is so tired… so weak… you can’t do aaanything about what’s happening to you, can you(?!)” teases Yor, fingers removing the pin from the brooch that fastens the red sash belt around the waist.
“I’m completely helpless(!)” he smiles.
“And now we get to do whatever we want with you…” states Mor, hand on him at the forehead.
“Whatever you want(!)” he beams back, eyes still hooded by tiredness, despite the situation.
With that, the sturdy, white, canvas top he wears is pulled open at the front.
All three of us gasp!
We stand, transfixed by what we see…
The chest is smooth, blemishless, muscular and… so bulky!
It’s perfect!
Excitedly, I reach to the waistband of the trousers he wears and begin furiously working them over the hips.
He’s so heavy that I can’t make much progress until he lifts the pelvis up, slightly, to unpin them from the weight.
“Oh, Spirits!” I exclaim, as a colossus lunges upward!
For the first time in life… I’m intimidated by the sheer magnitude of a cock!
“It’s OK if you’re having second thoughts…” croaks the tired [boyfriend], mirthfully.
I stare him down for some moments, thinking about how to answer that challenge.
Then, I straddle the lap, legs bent awkwardly to fit the width between them.
I bring the pussy to where the alien cock meets the alien ballsack, bring the tip to the cleavage, fold arms across the top of both chest and cock and nonchalantly say “You know… I think I’ve had bigger(!)”
“Liar.” he chuckles.
I bare four fangs in a grin.
Of course it’s lies… This thing is most of the length of a Folk torso and thicker than a Folk arm!
A Folk man would pass out from the blood that would need to make this thing stiff!
Me and the other two spend some time freeing the clothing from the legs and underneath the breathtaking chest (with some help from the ‘helpless’ man).
When I finally get the lowers off, I find them heavy! You don’t really think of cloth as having weight but… when it’s this thick and there’s this much of it, it represents a significant portion of the weight I am!
Our ‘helpless’ [boyfriend] now fully nude, there’s no avoiding the ‘prize’ I won anymore…
I begin chewing the tongue to make spit.
I sit back on the lap, grasp the titan with two hands and bring a wet tongue to its tip.
Terran cock tastes… strange… more like Folk cock than anything else, sure, but… different… gamier… raunchier… it’s exotic!
“Ooooh… that feels strange!” observes the [boyfriend], looking at me as both hands are manipulated by Mor and Yor.
Mor guiding Yor, they fold the thumbs, ring and little fingers of the respective hands they handle into the palm and extend the index and middle fingers while I continue lubricating the cock.
They position the two light copper brown hands between four green thighs and push the (much more manageably sized) finger dildos into two dripping wet pussies.
As the other two begin to passionately kiss the [boyfriend] we share, I look at the daunting challenge before me and it’s hard not to think that they’re getting the better deal here(!)
I decide that this cock is as wet as I’m going to be able to get it and that it’s simply time.
I stand.
I find that, though the glans is lower than the pussy needing to receive it, that stops being the case as soon as I spread legs far enough apart to do so.
I briefly consider precariously standing on the hips to get the necessary height or bending the tip downward to lower it enough and a few other approaches.
I decide that, since the cock seems to naturally want to point upward, relative to the body, I need to be on the far side of it.
I step one leg to the left of the [boyfriend] and another to the right.
The wet, hot, fat thing bumps me in the front of the pelvis before sliding underneath, as I walk over it.
I lay green skinned hands against giant, bronze, alien pectorals and bring the face down to the chest, between the bouncing arses of Mor and Yor.
I straighten the legs to raise the arse, reach behind me and catch the cock.
I bring the Terran cock (about to be the first to enter a Twigg pussy) to the Twigg pussy ready to take it!
“Hnng!” I grunt as I push myself down and the unrelentingly thick member feels like its about to split me in half!
Can’t… give up… now!
The cock slides straight through the pelvis and unyieldingly rearranges guts as it causes an enormous bulge in the front of the belly.
“A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a…” I shudder, mind instantly made stupid by this sensation.
---Niyol’s perspective---
My face is smothered in kisses and licks from the two sisters using my hands as dildos.
The top 10cm of my cock is buried in Lor with the bottom 10cm completely untouched.
Whenever I catch a glimpse of Lor’s face, it’s locked in a full on ahegao, her tongue lolling from her wide open mouth, her eyes crossed, her ears fluttering and her tail erratically whipping around behind her as she compulsively continues to work my shaft in an out of her.
I’m nowhere near cumming… though it looks like she’s come and gone, several times(!)
My face is suddenly, violently jerked to the right and I find myself staring straight into Mor’s eyes (slit pupils so dilated that they almost look like Human ones) as she gives me a particularly ferocious kiss, scouring the inside of my mouth with her tongue’s papillae.
My head clenched between her hands as she crushes mine into the bed beneath her pelvis, she demands “You’re [ours]… aren’t you [Niyol]?! You’re [our] [boyfriend]!… You [belong] to us!!!”
“I’m yours!… All yours!!!” I answer, slightly alarmed.
It seems that Lor being the ‘crazy one’ and Mor being the ‘smart one’ is only true when they’re not in the middle of orgasms! If they are, Mor becomes the crazy one and Lor becomes the mindbroken one!
“I…*huff**huff*… can’t…*huff**huff*… anymore…*huff**huff*…’s too…*huff**huff*… much! …*huff**huff*… You…*huff**huff*… have a…*huff**huff*… turn…*huff**huff*… on…*huff**huff*… the cock!” pants Lor, tagging in Mor as she pushes her arse up and pushes me out of her with a *pop*.
“With pleasure!” growls Mor, maniacally.
Lor rolls off me and to the side, her poor, (self) abused pussy looking raw!
Mor takes the position her sister just vacated and pushes herself down onto my cock.
She makes it about a centimetre further down than Lor was able to and begins grunting as she continues where Lor left off, locking me with direct eyecontact.
---Yor’s perspective---
I was worried I wouldn’t get a go on the cock but, as I watch it overcome a second Or triplet, Mor sliding off to join Lor in a dazed stupor, [boyfriend] Niyol turns two round pupiled, russet eyes to me.
“Seems like you’ve lost your numerical advantage(!)” he quips, indicating the defeated girls on the far side of him “I’m feeling a lot more energetic now and, you know… I really want to cum after all this blueballing… Do you think you can make me cum, gorgeous?” he grins, demeanour completely changed from how he was before!
I gulp and gesture an uncertain ‘yes’, nodding the head as well…
“Good!” he grins, pointing to the behemoth jutting from the crotch.
I climb onto the broad, muscular chest and look up at him as I work down onto an enormous, hard, wet, warm penis.
The sensation is equal parts pleasure and pain as his massive girth stretches the insides of me!
Invocations to the Spirits are interrupted by [boyfriend] Niyol saying “I’m never going to come at this rate! Do you need help?”
“Y-yes… please!” I gasp.
“Alright then… Don’t worry, I won’t push you too far.”
Two large hands wrap me up around the middle, almost fully enclosing me and pinning the arms to the sides.
Two clawless thumbs press into the belly, pinching it between themselves and the tip of the cock.
The intrusion recedes inside me as I’m lifted up… then extends as I’m pushed back down…
It actually isn’t quite as painful with the hand wrapped around me, restraining the expansion of the stomach, even though he’s setting a much quicker pace, fucking me this way, than either Lor or Mor managed!
The positions have well and truly reversed now!
Where, before, we were ‘ravishing’ him… he’s now completely [ravished] us!
Well… the other two [ravished] themselves… using this cock… I’m the only one he put in the position of using as a toy like this!
I cum… but I don’t ask him to stop…
I want to make him cum! I want him to cum inside me! I want him to get me pregnant… even though I know that’s almost impossible!
He throws back the head and moans… sensually!
I feel the cock pulse, now that it’s movement in and out of me has stopped.
The eyes go wide and the whole body tenses in the strong hands as a jet of thick, hot fluid is streamed inside me, entirely filling up the space above the glans!
The hands fall limply off of me and I feel myself slowly tilting left.
The soft bed comes up to meet me as I slump off the monstrous cock and land beside Lor and Mor… like them… defeated!
---Emiko’s perspective---
The door opens in the midmorning sunlight but, in the space I’m looking, 20cm or so above my own eyelevel, on the far side of the threshold, I don’t see the eyes of a 196cm Navajo doctor… only empty space.
I turn my eye downward and start at the one I see looking back at me!
It’s one of those triplets… from aboard the Bright Plume!
She’s wearing a man’s t-shirt that falls all the way to just above her feet and (from the way her nipples raise the fabric) little else besides!
Her tail is visible behind her, protruding from the bottom of the t-shirt dress, swishing back and forth in satisfaction.
“Oh, hello… Miyazaki? [Boyfriend] Niyol was just making us [pancakes]… Would you like some?” she gestures to her left, my right, and I lean over her to see two very oblivious Twigg girls, similarly garbed, and a tall Navajo doctor, who’s frozen like a deer in headlights, all sat around a pancake laden breakfast table.
“No, no… that’s quite alright… Yor… I just came to thank and congratulate Dr Hatathli for his fine work on the operation yesterday… but I can see he’s already celebrating… in his own way(!)” I smirk “I’ll leave the four of you to it.”